Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1213.

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1213
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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The children rushed off once they’d finished murdering ‘Happy Birthday.’ They returned moments later with cards and presents. I hugged them all and while Jenny made me some tea, I opened my presents. I thanked them all and tried to force down a banana and some toast.

“If you’re taking the girls to school, I suggest you get dressed, Babes.”

I glanced at the clock, it was nearly seven thirty. Taking the mug of tea with me I dashed upstairs and into the shower–after removing my nightdress–honestly. Then a quick towel dry, deodorant and into some clothes. It was cold, so I pulled on a sweater and jeans with a pair of relatively flat boots.

After drying my hair and brushing it back into a ponytail, I slipped on a scrunchie which nearly matched my top. When I got down again with my empty mug, Simon offered me a hug. “Aren’t you curious about what I got you for your birthday?”

“You told me, you’re taking me to dinner.”

“You’d be a cheap date.”

“I can eat my share.”

“Oh, I know that. But don’t you usually get something as well?”

“Yes, but you said you had to get something for Julie, so I’m happy with dinner.”

“Yes, okay–you’d better got off with the girls, it may take longer in the snow.”

I marshalled the troops and the girls were giggling as we went out the door. The cars were all covered in ice and snow. I pointed my key at the Merc and squeezed the remote and nothing happened except something bleeped from behind one of the garages. I clicked again and the same thing happened. By now the girls were almost hysterical with laughter and I was getting my knickers well and truly twisted if not knotted.

“What is so damned funny?” I demanded from the girls, who fell about laughing all the more. I was getting really angry and screeched at them, “Tell me, dammit.”

With tears of laughter in her eyes and an expression of fear, Trish said, “Look at the key, Mummy.” Then she gave a nervous laugh and they all started giggling again.

I glanced at the key, it was different. “Okay, where are my car keys?” I said loudly and was met with more nervous laughter. “Jesus Christ,” I spat and went to go back in doors when I noticed Simon standing by the door.

“Problems?”

I went to push past him, “Not if I get the right keys.”

“Those are your keys, the ones with the dormouse.”

“They can’t be–they’re not opening my car.”

“Let me try.” He pressed the button and the peep from just round the corner happened again. “Yep, working fine.”

“No it isn’t–nothing has happened down there.” To make my point I waved my hand at my car. “It hasn’t been gone that long for you to forget what it looks like.”

“That isn’t your car,” he said.

“Yes it is,” I insisted.

“Oh no it isn’t.”

“Well whose is it then?”

“Yours is round the side there.”

“But this is a different key, it has no Mercedes logo on it.”

“It’s probably the spare key.”

“I didn’t even know we had one.”

“Cathy, how long have you had this car?”

“A few months, why?”

“What is the number?”

“I don’t know, do I?”

“We’re going to be late, Mummy,” urged Livvie.

“Who moved it?” I began to ask but was almost dragged round the end of the outbuildings where I was confronted by a large silver SUV. “What’s this?”

“Your car, Mummy,” said Trish and they all fell about laughing.

“A new one, Mummy,” shrieked Meems.

I pulled at the door handle and it opened. I got in and Si strolled up to me, “I hope you like it.”

“It’s beautiful, darling”–I hugged him and thanked him.

“Wees gonna be wate, Mummy,” said Meems loudly.

We all jumped in and I felt a familiarity with the car although I’d never actually driven one before–but it was just like my dream. I got the girls to school despite the snowy roads. I did drive carefully because it was quite a bit bigger than my little Merc.

“That was my old car, wasn’t it?” I asked the girls and they laughed again.

“Yes, but Daddy asked us not to tell you, he changed your key last night.”

“This car has been here all night and I didn’t see it?”

“Yes, Daddy did have a cover over it to keep the snow and ice off it and to help hide it.”

“I’m going to call it Pepper,” I announced to the girls.

“Why?” they chorused.

“Because, Cayenne is form of pepper.”

“So it’s a posh Cayenne?”

“Very posh, Trish, but the actual make is Porsche–it’s German and they usually make sports cars.”

“Wike Daddy’s?” asked Meems.

“Yes, but probably faster than his.”

“This will go faster than, Daddy’s racer?” asked an incredulous Trish.

“No, this one won’t but most of their others will–it’s the same make as Jimmy’s car.”

“We’re gonna be late,” said Billie who was shivering, and with that they all ran into school.

“Nice car, Lady Cameron, but I thought you had a sports car.”

“That was a friend’s, this one is more suitable for the school run.”

“Especially this weather, eh?” commented the headmistress.

“Yes, I suppose so.” I blushed it looked so new.

“Have you thought about another date for your talk?”

It was the last thing I’d had in my mind, “I don’t have my diary with me,” I lied.

“Another day, then?”

“Yes of course,” I said and made my getaway in my shiny new vehicle.

I was on tenterhooks the whole time I was in the supermarket in case someone bumped or scratched it. However, I did a full shop and filled both the boot and the back seats with food. It was very nice, but the Mondeo beat the pants off it for carry space.

As I drove home I tried to think what had happened in the dream and avoid it being repeated in real life. So far I felt safe, Gareth had brought the one in my dream, this one was presumably delivered by the garage. If we went out in Simon’s car this evening, it wouldn’t get stolen so Tom wouldn’t collapse and so on. I felt sure all I had to do was one or two things differently and the outcome would be different too.

Look I know this theory is untested, I’m not a scientist for nothing, but I’m trying my best to hang on to reality here, and not doing too well at present. The last thing I needed was to get stuck with some sort of nightmare ‘Groundhog Day’ scenario like Bill Murray did in the film of that name. Surely that was impossible, wasn’t it–like a Sisyphean task, pushing the boulder up the hill only to watch it roll back down and having to repeat it for all eternity. Feels a bit like trying to educate students or that endless yarn on the internet about some transsexual dormouse or other.

Unloading the shopping, Simon gave me a hand so I gave him a present–a box of his favourite biscuits–I know I shouldn’t, but he does like plain chocolate Hobnobs.

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Mmmmm....

the thought of Chocolate Hobnobs makes a week of tricky dream worth it.

Cool

I was thinking about "Groundhog Day" before I got to the part where Ang brought it up.

Plain chocolate Hobnobs?

I wish you wouldn't talk about food at this hour of the night (midnight in England).

What's the betting that Simon's car won't start and they have to take Pepper to the restaurant and....

S.

Taking Pepper to the restaurant

Either park it in view of the restaurant windows, or park it a space or two away from existing cars - large enough for them not to hit it when getting in / out, but small enough to make manoeuvring a forklift into position to pick it up difficult.

Then again, Simon was planning to take Cathy to the restaurant at a certain Southsea hotel, and Cathy tends to suffer bad luck whenever she visits the place...

 

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There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...

As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

Curious...

Perhaps Simon inadvertently said something about the Cayenne while Cathy was dreaming, or he'd done what was suggested in the dream (heard he waxing lyrical over the Porsche and got inspired) - it would have been interesting to see what was going on in his head when Cathy mentioned she'd been dreaming about owning a Porsche Cayenne, knowing he'd got one parked around the corner. The debate she had in her dream was certainly useful, as it allowed her to accept the real thing immediately, without worrying about its environmental credibility. So presumably once she's learned to drive, Julie will inherit the Merc A Class.

Let's hope she doesn't have any informal lessons from Stella :)

 

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There are 10 kinds of people in the world - those who understand binary and those who don't...


As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!

Hot Stuff

So Cathy gets her Pepper after all. Should she ever meet up with Mrs Browne-Cow in her 'somewhat ordinary' 4x4 again, I bet the Cayenne would get right up the envious Mrs B-C's nose! :-)

Another goody, Ang.

Hilary (and 'er upstairs in bed, I hope!)

Let me guess...

“Yes it is,” I insisted.

“Oh no it isn’t.”

...you're in the midst of the panto season in the UK?

Thanks A+B+I (Chocolate Hobnobs): just as well Cathy is not religious, otherwise things like lying to a nun and blasphemy could be problematic.

Positively Sinful


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Bike pt 1213

Cathy won't be herself until after Father Christmas arrives.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Some Time To Go Then, Stan…

…because Cathy’s birthday occurs about 3 weeks before Christmas Eve. And we’ve got Julie’s 17th birthday to negotiate before that, and Goodness knows what is likely to happen whenever that young lady is involved.

Bike’s time line is lagging a wee bit behind our calendar.
Gabi.


“It is hard for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.” Thomas Hardy—Far from the Madding Crowd.

Gabi.


“It is hard for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.” Thomas Hardy—Far from the Madding Crowd.

Ah, But Which...

...is the dream?

An ancient parable is the story of a Chinese Emperor, who on nice days would take his tea outside, followed by a nap. One day, he dreamt he was a butterfly. He soared and fluttered, and visited all the flowers, and was taken with the beauty and wonder of it all. It was so real. When he awoke, a thought occurred to him, was he an Emperor who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or was he in fact a butterfly who was dreaming that he was an Emperor? For the rest of his days, he never could tell for sure.

So, which is Cathy's dream? Was it then, or is it now?

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If a picture is worth 1000 words, this is at least part of my story.

A Porsche Cayenne SUV!! Not

A Porsche Cayenne SUV!! Not a best buy for use in a city or town, especially for gas mileage. They are rather comfortable tho.

I still think...

I still think a Porche SUV is just WRONG. A Porche should be a small sports car. (Not that I'd want one, mind you, but I carefully learned a bit about cars - to blend in... And this one just messes me up.)

Hope things don't go off like the last one. Wouldn't want to have a dream, inside a dream, inside a dream, etc....

Thanks,
Anne

Ooooh Chocolate hob nobs.

Delisch!!
That was the fun at college. All going back to one or the other's flat for Coffee and chocolate digestives, and then somebody discovered hob nobs. Whooee!
I quite understand Simon's obsession (Or is that Angie's.)

Looking forward to the next ephisode.

Hugs and Love.

Beverly.

Growing old disgracefully.

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I used to travel to UK several

times a year and always brought home a roll of chocolate hobnobs. I suppose you can probalby find them somewhere here but it wouldn't be the same.